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B-“So, how come when you need sleep it’s ‘I just need to catch up,’ and when I need sleep it’s, ‘You’re going to go to sleep on me!’”

M-“Well, I’m more horny than you.”

“…more horny?”

Supposedly, a woman reaches her sexual peak at 35 or so. Supposedly man reaches his sexual apex at 18. Missy is 38. I am 50.

Is this God’s little joke?

M-“Oh I’m fine with just some valentine candy from the drugstore and a card. Well…add some bondage to that…and some quality spanks…and….and…”

Missy may have always possessed a heightened sex drive (I did not know her a year ago), but open her eyes to D/s and look the fuck out! No doubt many men dream of a lover like Missy (submissive, excellent cocksucker, orgasm champion, tight n’ perfect bod, completely spankable backside, obedient, etc..), but if these dreamers woke to find Miss Missy nakee in bed, eager and awaitin’, in the end would they simply respond, “GULP?”

I’m not saying my equipment doesn’t work down there or I got problems. This morning like all others revelry was accompanied by cock at full attention, but I’d be lying were I to say that it functions the same as yesteryear.

At 18 I was a walking erection.

Though my sex drive may indeed be higher than a majority of men my age (maybe not, I have no facts before me), I’m not one of those guys who can fuck all damn day long. A red letter in my Hey-Day was three orgasms, now hell freezes over at two. Lord knows I prescribe to the wonders of the blue pill but it’s not exactly an amphetamine. Last night I was bleary-eyed and ready for “zzzz…” and there was Miss More Horny wide awake, jumpin’ up n’ down in the bed lookin’ fer action. Yes, I gave her the what-for but did so on my back, her on top with face curled into my shoulder. Sometimes I worry about how things will be in my sixties. Yet I have faith in science and no doubt there will be some horse tablet I will swallow making me hard and a ten-inch Mandingo in the process.

One day they will cure baldness.

This I know: If you wanna keep your girl in line then keep her fucked n’ cumming. You want trouble? Tell yourself you’re too old for this shit. Yeah, I got a feeling that many sexually frustrated men actually acquired their dream girl they’d be in for a heap o’ trouble.

I know.

I got one and it takes effort sucking in yer gut 24/7 (or at least a couple hours out of 16). If you’re 50 and want a true to life slut for a lover better buy a girdle or get used to it.

A submissive is a terrible thing to waste...

NO!

One thing that has certainly changed for me since becoming a D/s practitioner is that I no longer stifle my feelings with my woman (Oddly, it has also helped me stifle knee-jerk reactions in the work place which had been problematic). I used to put off, remain silent, or even ignore when my ex would irk me. Now I wait all of about 3 seconds before (as Missy puts it), “I turn on a dime.”

“NO!”

Last week Missy felt bad because we’d had two or even three arguments during the week. Actually, she classified them as “fights” while I would have categorized them as “discussions.” What had to be pointed out to her was that each of the problems that began these fights/discussions spent no time in dormant silence, and all were resolved in less than an hour. Such fights/discussions in my marriage could simmer for weeks before confrontation, and silences or could last equally as long in the aftermath. No more, I’m done with that.

“NO!”

I don’t always take action immediately. I usually take time to understand or digest what has transpired with McLovedOne. Often I don’t know until later that a problem even exists. Yet there are times, particularly when a line has been blatantly crossed, I act immediately.

Missy takes correction hard. She likes to be perfect and though many submissives may find a scolding even titillating, Missy tends to withdraw into her shell after or during correction. I try to be extremely careful when correcting her outside of sensual activity (she adores being corrected sexually…meow!). This is not new, I have been aware since early in our relationship that Missy is fragile when it comes to punishment (i.e.-scolding). Yet not correcting her, letting the little things go until they become big things is unacceptable to me, and harmful to her. She wishes to be perfect and under my guidance she so often is perfection, but the delay or stifling of what goes against my grain would be of great harm to us both.

Sigh.

There are times when I want to let things go and rather than confront stew in silence like the old days. Confrontation takes time, courage, and most of all patience and understanding (else all hell can break loose). It ain’t always easy; actually, it’s rarely easy. Often, it is easier to simply ignore problems. Yet when I let things go, I almost always regret it.

I like the quick resolution. I like being in a relationship with this kind of open communication. I helped Missy out of last week’s post-scolding funks by explaining that fights/discussions are mandatory or unavoidable in any union, and that resolution, particularly solving things so quickly and efficiently is not only a good thing, but may indeed be our finest moments as a couple.

Begrudgingly she agrees but there are times I think she just wishes to do this:

Shine...

Yes, I like D/s for the hot sex, who doesn’t?

Yesterday I had a yen to use my girl round late afternoon. I instructed her to strip upon arrival upon return from her hair appointment. We have no hook in the ceiling yet (must attend to that), so binding her by the wrists I hoisted her tether over the door leaving her starkers looking over her shoulder on tip-toe.

I flogged her.

Caressed her.

Pinched her.

Spanked her.

I fingered her and shoved the Hitachi up against her clit while I fucked her. She came so hard she wept, and continued to weep when I brought her into the bed and drove my cock into her from behind.

Yes, D/s sex is hot. No doubt others feel the same as nearly every D/s blog’s primary focus is on sensual exploits, this blog being no exception. I once read some young Dom say, “Hey folks, I know everyone talks about ’the deeper’ meaning of bdsm, but let’s face it, it all about the hot sex isn’t it?”

He had a point.

Yet for me there is something more, something deeper and more satisfying than the sensuality of kink, and these days I am witness to such a marvel every morning. Waking, I pull Missy close into our spooning position. I bite her shoulders and back, knead her ass and sometimes slap it, then rest my erect shaft between the cheeks of her perfect and pert ass. I kiss her, wish her “good morning,” and often say “I love you.” Then I draw her even closer and the ritual begins all over again; biting, caressing, spanking, kneading, murmuring…

It is then, so soon into the beginning of my day, I see that which through the years I have always longed to see upon my woman’s face:

I see her smile.

I see her joy.

I know this kind joy is foreign to her. I know she has spent years alone and longing for such joy. I know that she sometimes fears that this joy will end, yet each morning we rise together I see these fears abate, and each morning I see her believe more and more that this time joy may indeed be here to stay.

I like being the catalyst of that happiness.

I like watching my girl blossom like a flower in spring.

I adore the joy more than I lust or long for the hot sex.

It is the essence of my kink.

Joy is my fetish...

B

ALIVE!

10,000 hits on our blog deserves a post, so here it is:

“Sometimes I feel I’m living with an older brother…”

That’s what Missy said a couple of days ago, and for good reason: I like to get a reaction from her. In fact as far as I can tell, getting a reaction from her may well be the essence of my kink or any kink for that matter. This man’s first words say it best:

Compared to our first days together, now I spank, fuck, bite, flog, force orgasm, pinch, and tickle Missy with far more tenaciousness. I do it to get a rise out of her (and also to give my cock n’ brain a rise). I enjoy the reaction. I like to hear her yelp, moan, scream, whimper, cry out, plead, and gasp.

It entertains me.

We’ve all heard the cliche, “She a dead fish in the sack.” Well, Missy is “ALIVE!,” at least she is for me. I’ve always known why I’m so fascinated by the female orgasm. When in ecstasy women are the ultimate play toy possessing a body and mind that are Uber-responsive to all stimuli.

-Missy is cute. These days she has little problem begging for attention and just sidled up beside me and stared while smiling. I had her go get a pillow, and with knees on the padding and chest on the ottoman she now sucks my cock while I write. When allowed to give me oral she is always happy. The girl loves to suck cock. I must find ways to have her do this more often.

“You are the best little slut cocksucker….”

This praise elicits an eager moan.

“Go get me a glass of water and a blue pill, then continue…”

With one last lick Missy gently releases me, gives me a saucy look, then trips happily off, bum a bouncin’, and returns quickly blue pill and H2O.

I’ll try to concentrate on my writing.

(One hour later…)

Ok, the fending off Missy didn’t work. I took her to the boudoir and there I lay back while she continued to administer oral while touching herself until she came.

“Coming while sucking cock is no easy feat…hard to breathe!”

I also took her from behind, with her standing at the cupboard, and staring at herself in the mirror. My egoista tramp likes to watch herself.

Ok, I’m back!

Where was I?

Ah yes….”ALIVE!”

Last night we were watching “The Story of O” for the first time (hard movie to find, but we just joined Netflix and guess what title came up under “watch instantly?” Yup, there are pervs on Netflix). When O is brought to the training facility, one Dom says, “I want to whip her. I want to see her cry.”

Now there’s a line to make most vanilla’s cringe.

But I get it. I enjoy seeing my girl cry, not from the pain of the lash but from the pain of ecstasy. I like to see her jump when I smack her rear. I like to hear her yelp when I bite her. I like to feel her insides contract when she cums. I like to watch the tears of pleasure/pain run down her cheeks. I like feel her writhing body and listen to her begging for mercy when I tickle her.

I like her alive…no, I LOVE her ALIVE!

Maybe all Doms are merely older siblings who’ve never grown up (or those wishing to be older siblings). Bullies who enjoy teasing for sport and who adore those who adore taking such abuse. It would surely explain the “I must lead” fetish.

Odd concept…so many odd concepts in D/s.

Nothing odd about wanting a lover to be alive, or doing that which will make her even more alive than she is able to offer. No wonder the Dom in The Story of O wanted to make her cry.

It’s exciting.

It’s fun.

It’s fascinating.

It’s wild.

It’s a thrill.

One thing it ain’t:

Dead Fish.

-B